Fjaðrárgljúfu & Reynisfjara
Of course she did. The Nordic Princess saw that Fathers' Day would be during the trip, so she bought a card, carried it for miles and days to give it to me this morning a breakfast.
Muddletations
1. I have been going on about the sheep farmers[sup] mowing their lawns. This is what it looks like when they are almost done. Most of the farmers use white wrap; this guy chose black. Many farms have a lot of these bundles stacked. But it is early in the season. By the end of September, I would guess that the piles would be very high, indeed.
2. We have been using Google Maps and, for a while, the Kia Navigation system. And I have been rubbernecking, looking at all that surround us, missing a lot of turns. So, I turned on the volume for Maps, which does what it should. Now I have the prospect of getting diving directions from Googles' avatar, a woman, while simultaneously getting driving directions from the Nordic Princess. Two females talking at once.
3. I checked it out. There is no cosmic reason that almost all Iceland's farm buildings are white with a red roof, and yet, they are that.
4. In many cases we have been taking any available room. The Konsulat in Reykjavic was probably a King size bed. Last night was, maybe a queen. We have slept in many doubles. The last time we did that was in married housing, Diamond Village, at the University of Florida. Tonight we are in our 3d or 4th case of twin beds, just like Rob and Laura Petrie in New Rochelle.
5. Since gas stations here are just gas, we find ourselves with a messy windshield. All those many myvatn are splattered on the glass and there is no way to clean the glass.
6. The Icelanders have a different way of managing traffic. There are traffic lights in Reykjavik and one or two in Akureyri, and that is it. They rely on round-abouts and yield signs. It seems to work well enough.
7. For the last couple of days, we have been generally on the coast. The east side of the island is just plain flat.
8. We randomly picked a place to stay tonight. It turns out that this hotel has a golf course, the second one we have seen.
9. At dinner this evening I was musing that using the camera has gone fairly well without regard to the quality of the pictures. All failings in that are human.
Fjaðrárgljúfur
It was supposed to be an easy, interesting hike. Drove there, parked the car, and like several other people, figured out that there was no hike. Everything was roped off, and there were not even any visible traces of where the trails might once have been. What we were able to see, made it likely that the rest would have been good also. That made quick work of Fjaðrárgljúfur.
A place in the Road
Driving to our next stop this looked interesting. (1) an unusual shape, (2) a place to park. So, this is it.
Reynisfjara
Somehow, the name translates to black sand beach but we can see that. There were several tour buses there, and the beach was aswarm with people. I have traveled to the Orient a lot, and the people are wonderful except .... when they are obsessing with selfies. It seems that there is no sight to behold that cannot be improved by sticking one's face in the middle of it. Just do not get it at all. But tour buses come and then they go. Soon, the beach as back to normal. The black sand pix was taken by Carolas was the puffin.
This is a very interesting place.
Without a lot of description:
Not a great photography day; I am tired, and my heart was not in it. That's all folks.
This featured blog entry was written by sailziveli from the blog Iceland_2025.
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